and cursed the small dog
who ran
my life.
i resented him
at times. the long walks
in the rain
and snow,
never a perfect spot
to raise his leg
and go.
all the begging at the table.
the barking
at the mailman,
and chewing
of my new Christmas
slippers.
and yet.
there he lay beside me
on cold winter nights.
asleep
and warm,
how could i not love him.
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